A Small Song in the Garden

A Small Song in the Garden

On the back porch, Rosy heard a tiny sound from the garden. It went like a little bell made of water. Rosy's dog lifted both ears. "Is that a frog?" Rosy whispered. "A singing one?"

Rosy wanted to see the singing frog more than anything. She stood at the top of the steps. But her tummy felt fluttery, and her feet felt stuck, like they were glued to the boards.

The frog might not like a big girl coming. Rosy tucked her chin down and hid her face in the Red Blanket. Her dog leaned warm against her legs and gave her hand a slow, soft lick.

Then the little bell sound came again, a bit closer. Rosy peeked out from the blanket. Her dog wagged its tail and stepped down onto the grass, and then looked back at her, waiting.

Rosy took a big breath. She wanted to go. She just needed one little way to make her feet start moving.

How does Rosy get brave enough to go down the path?